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✚ Death bores me and so does life. Fate is my only friend... ✚
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"Too long, my friend. TOO long. And well, you know me. It will decades till I grow up." exclaimed he with an amused laugh before he rained his composure, raising an eye-brow at the emptiness of the club. "Isn't it quite empty in here? I can't remember the club ever being so empty..."
Take takes a few steps toward the center of the room to check if he didn't miss anyone but to no avail. He then slowly walks towards the bar counter and touches the surface, slightly turning towards her. "So how do reckon are we supposed to bring the guests in? I do enjoy the silence but a dead club might not be in your interest."
((people asking me questions and stuff. Please die, skype.))
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...but does she know how to entertain me?